Back in
those days
So long ago
it seems another life
We danced to
live music at the J-Bar-T,
To a jukebox
in a bar in Belt,
To swaying
grasses in empty fields.
But the best
last waltz
In a parking
lot in Helena
A Montana
velvet night in August
To Donna
Fargo on your car radio
When
desperately I wanted to be
“The
happiest girl in the whole USA”.
All these
years later
You still
have a poem
Of my heart,
Bobby O.
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